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                               Don't have to hold my hand

                                                                                                                  Just walk with me tonight 

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

11:50 AM - Opinion

Opinion by Baron Wormser from Subject Matter: Poems

Halfway to work and Merriman already has told me
What he thinks about the balanced budget, the Mets'
Lack of starting pitching, the dangers of displaced
Soviet nuclear engineers, soy products, and diesel cars.


I look out the window and hope I'll see a swan.
I hear they're bad-tempered but I love their necks
And how they glide along so sovereignly.
I never take the time to drive to a pond


And spend an hour watching swans. What
Would happen if I heeded the admonitions of beauty?
When I look over at Merriman, he's telling Driscoll
That the President doesn't know what he's doing
With China. "China," I say out loud but softly.
I go back to the window. It's started snowing.


1 comment:

Blogger Blake said...

A deal's a deal. Wait til I finish my Greek.  


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